You narrow it down to three— the first episode of South Park, the first time you read Sharon Olds, & the Field Day spent under the bleachers with Victoria, your fingernails becoming taxis of her scent, her pupils fading like marbles into a grate. At nine, you asked your father about the rusted dispenser screwed […]
“Youth, to be with you is to drive the interstate without a windshield” —Dean Young Your favorite episode is the one when Bart cheats on his placement test & Lisa’s notched locks want to pierce his stomach like prehistoric teeth. Homer was kinder then, a clip-on tie sloped over the yellow dune of his belly, […]
“and gold will rise over his blood until it wounds and reigns over the wounded” —Pablo Neruda In a Prague bodega, you said Pepsi & pointed at a tiny cooler where sandwiches lay like children napping in a closet, backs touching. 101 Crowns. When the cashier pointed at the total & you only had crisp […]